Much to his relief, the new company Buwaro found himself in seemed more interested in whatever weapon had engrossed them to notice him too much. Before long, they a started to leave the building, and a wafting scent told the purple furred fire demon why-food. His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had not eaten after last night's soup debacle. 

'As long as they're okay with it..' Buwaro thought as he followed behind the group, deciding to tag along till he could figure out what happened.

And what a colorful group it was. Among other things, there was a large man in a gold suit of armor with a flourishing red cape behind him, a girl with pink hair in what looked like a marching outfit, and a tall guy in a red trench coat and blonde hair that stuck straight up. He briefly wondered how he could get his fur to do that when he noticed...Well, he wasn't sure what they were. There were two of them, and they had handles of some sort, but the shape of them were completely unknown to him.

'Probably a good idea not to be on the side that has a hole on it though...' Buwaro thought warily, gravitating towards the only person who had paid him much mind since he arrived. Well, it was only a glance, but it was better than nothing. She was a girl dressed in armor, not unlike the Knights from the books Rhea used to read him whenever they had to hide out somewhere, if a bit less covering. She seemed quite comfortable in the armor, as well as with the sword she carried at her side.

Normally, it would be easy for Buwaro to open up a conversation with anyone who didn't try to chase him out of town, but between the sudden change in scenery and the strange company he found himself in, he still felt a bit rattled. Eventually though, he found his voice.

"Um..." He began, hoping to get the swords women's attention "Can you tell me where I am, and...Maybe how to get to St. Curtis from here?" He finished, still hoping he was at least close to where he needed to be.